09-19-2021, 06:59 PM
Maurtia doesn’t laugh at his terrible landing, and Malik rises quickly, shaking the leaf litter from his wings-turned-legs. He continuous to stare around, bi-colored eyes narrowed, and is startled by the sound of crashing and breaking twigs. He spins around as a young cheetah, ready to chase.
She’s already got him though, Malik sees. DeeBee, the shadow wolf. The creature is not like anything he has ever seen before.
Malik attempts to take his shape, but manages only a black wolf. His magic is limited in this, the intangible smoke that makes up Maurtia’s companion is something that is beyond his capabilities. Is this what the Fairies had wanted him to learn, he wonders? How frustrating it is to be without Power? That’s certainly the lesson that his father has instilled in him.
Malik shakes his head, banishing the scowling faces of his navy sire. He’s met a shadow wolf, he thinks, that is plenty to be excited about.
“Nice to meet you.” He says with a nod, and then looks back at Maurtia. “Where are you from?” Malik asks curiously, “Are there other shadow wolves there?” Perhaps he can catch one for himself, and bring it back to Hyaline. It could play with all of the cats.
And then, because he thinks it’s rude to ask such questions without having an answer ready himself, adds: “I’m from Hyaline. We don’t have any shadow wolves. Just a lot of panthers.”
She’s already got him though, Malik sees. DeeBee, the shadow wolf. The creature is not like anything he has ever seen before.
Malik attempts to take his shape, but manages only a black wolf. His magic is limited in this, the intangible smoke that makes up Maurtia’s companion is something that is beyond his capabilities. Is this what the Fairies had wanted him to learn, he wonders? How frustrating it is to be without Power? That’s certainly the lesson that his father has instilled in him.
Malik shakes his head, banishing the scowling faces of his navy sire. He’s met a shadow wolf, he thinks, that is plenty to be excited about.
“Nice to meet you.” He says with a nod, and then looks back at Maurtia. “Where are you from?” Malik asks curiously, “Are there other shadow wolves there?” Perhaps he can catch one for himself, and bring it back to Hyaline. It could play with all of the cats.
And then, because he thinks it’s rude to ask such questions without having an answer ready himself, adds: “I’m from Hyaline. We don’t have any shadow wolves. Just a lot of panthers.”